The window

I see the little green wings, smell the brisk morning breeze.

 The summer sun, yet cold, no warmth found, only by a blanket.

When the green wings fly my neck tingles, the taste of freshness as a new day begins.

The rumble of the city life, I touch the wooden sill, hard and cold, no warmth, but, my fingers found.

Slouching by the sill I watch as life and time go by, whilst I stay still, watch it, breath it, feel it and conceal it.

I love the freshly cut grass, green everywhere, the city rumbles as if it were a hungry stomach.

The swishing of the cars as they go and live.

The squealing of the planes as they dive.

The clatter of the metal fence.

The sing songbirds and their sweet melody's bring life into the breeze.

Make me aware that the earth is waking on this side of the world, while the other slumbers.

The slight creeks of the house while the breeze blows, rustling of the leaves as they itch to let go and fly through the air, as its nearly time.

They remind me that the seasons are changing yet the world still seems unaware...

Feels warm yet, is, cold.

*Authors note*

Sorry if it's really bad I was just proud of it and wanted to post it>

:)

thanks for reading.